Classic Poem

(iii) THE WILY FOX

Here, in the hollow caverns of the rocks,
Skulks, in security, the wily fox:
Snug, in his fronzy kennel, Reynard lies,
And all the snares of men and dogs defies.
In vain the hounds attempt to storm his cave —
Some enter, but, alas! there find a grave;
Some tumble down the rocks, and perish in the wave.
Confusion reigns, enraged, the baying pack,
Loud and more loud renews the vain attack.
In vain the huntsmen shout, and wind the horn —
The fox, triumphant, laughs them all to scorn.